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I have no idea. They lasted about half a mile down the road and ended with an empty photo box. I don't know if you can tell or not, but several of them have tire tracks on them and pavement imprints on them.

When I picked them up and carried them into Starbucks, the barista tried to make conversation by asking me if I was a wedding photographer. I told her, no, I was into found art. She didn't know what to make of that.

Susan, you are right. I am sure it was just a random moment that could have been misinterpreted, but it really stood out from the rest of them.

Alex, I was a little sad to find them. They stretched over about a half mile, and I posted about 1/3 of what I picked up. Something about seeing happy faces run over by tire tracks brought out the sentimental side.